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A/N: More 11/Pond. This has nothing to do with the upcoming Christmas special though. Thinking on it, that might have been a good idea...
"No, no, no! It's not a proper snowman if it hasn't got a carrot for a nose," she pouted, crossing her arms and sticking out her hip.
The Doctor pouted right back. "I'll have you know, Amelia Pond, that I am an expert at building snowmen. In fact, I'm the reigning champion of snow sculpture on Frostphorous Prime."
She rolled her eyes. "That's not even a real planet. You're making that up…"
"I am not!" he insisted, indignant. "And I don't know where the carrots and things have gone to. Did you leave them in the TARDIS?"'
The Doctor poked around from the other side of the snowman, where he'd been augmenting the base with extra snow. "I thought you were going to grab them!"
"You said you would!"
"Well, if neither of us did, then where are they now…?"
The two of them stopped their squabbling when they heard the doors of the TARDIS squeak open.
"Hey, guys, thanks for leaving me a snack!" Rory smiled, holding a carrot in his mittened hand. "And here I thought you'd gone and left me behind again."
Amy's eyes grew wide for a moment, then narrowed dangerously. "Where did you get those?"
"Th-they were just sitting in the console room…" Rory said hesitantly, catching on to the fury rising in his wife's eyes. "W-were they not for me?"
Exasperated, Amy heaved a sigh and stormed back to the TARDIS, muttering something about how certain someones shouldn't assume everything belongs to them. She slammed the doors shut behind her, leaving the Doctor standing in the snow with a very confused Rory.
"Mind telling me what that was all about?" Rory asked, gesturing towards the TARDIS.
"You just ate Frosty's nose."
Rory looked from the snowman to the carrot in his hand and back to the snowman. He realized then the error of his mistake and winced. "Ohh… How angry do you think she is?"
"I think you should apologize with no less than furious apologies and chocolates. The special ones."
"Right," Rory nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. "I should probably…"
"Yes. Right. Immediately," the Doctor agreed, watching Rory disappear inside the TARDIS as well. He shook his head at his odd little humans and turned back to the snowman, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Well, Frosty, looks like it's just you and me. Let's see if we can't make you just as brilliant without all the carrots and things, eh? You want champion snow sculptor, Amy Pond? You got it!"